Watching the old man storm into the conference hall with murderous momentum, Lin Qi suddenly opened his mouth and spat out a mouthful of blood. Then his eyes rolled back and he collapsed to the floor. Alda and Bilibili rushed over as though their parents had died, weeping bitterly as they called out "Chief Steward Wan En's" name.
The hall descended into chaos. Blackbeard swiftly rolled up that sinister, unsightly map dividing the Western Continent and tucked it into his ring. Then a crowd of people surrounded Lin Qi and hurried out of the conference hall, vanishing amid the confusion to who knew where.
Only that old nobleman, his hair standing on end in fury, remained standing dazedly in the hall with his scepter clutched in hand. His aggrieved wails echoed from time to time through the empty chamber. "Ah, Princess Yuya—the purest, most beautiful princess of our empire! How could you... how could you do this?"
Before long, the rulers of every nation on the Western Continent received an official diplomatic note from the Dragon Mountain Empire: Imperial Foreign Minister and Chief Royal Steward Wan En Longshan had suffered a relapse of old injuries, vomiting blood and taking to his bed. The climate of the Gallic Empire had miraculous effects on Wan En Longshan's recovery; therefore, Emperor Turing Anderm Dragon Mountain would personally lead the Imperial Guard in escorting Wan En Longshan to the Gallic Empire.
Less than two hours after Lin Qi vomited blood, a vast regiment of land dragon cavalry escorted several enormous, luxurious carriages out of Dragon Mountain City. At top speed, like refugees fleeing a plague, they raised great clouds of dust as they darted northward.
The group of princesses whom Alda had gotten pregnant—or perhaps had not gotten pregnant—and those around them were all